A/N: I know this seems like allot to be happening in like one or two days, but when you think about it on the show they solve a case in a matter of days. But, I promise to space it out some. Read and enjoy!! :)

Chapter Six;

"How is she?" Gibbs asked as Ziva exited the interrogation room.

"Considering she might have killed her boyfriend, she could be better." Ziva said.

"Ducky said she would have been under the influence at the time of the murder." McGee pointed out, trying to lift spirits somehow.

"Would it matter? If she did do it under the influence of drugs, I don't think knowing that would help at all; she still would have killed him." Ziva said shaking her head; she knew how it felt to have killed a loved one.

Gibbs stopped to glare at both of his agents, fighting was not going to make this investigation any easier. "Get DiNozzo; be in the bullpen in when I get back." He said turning the opposite direction, heading for the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Ziva shouted as he rounded the corner. 'Coffee' was the gruff reply she got.

"But, the elevator's that way…" McGee said nodding to the opposite direction from where their boss had headed.

"And you don't think he knows that?" She said cocking her head.

McGee just nodded, he knew what was going on, but he didn't like it; the case was getting to their boss.

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Gibbs took the stairs down, needing to take a break. He was conflicted; follow the evidence or follow his gut. The evidence pointed to Andrea having killed Eaglestone but, for some reason, he really doubted that. He really didn't want to think that the reason his gut was telling him these things was holed up in her office on the top floor of the NCIS building. It was late, but Gibbs seriously doubted Jen was going to go home with her sister sitting in interrogation. Thankfully he knew a good twenty-four-seven coffee shop; he had a feeling he wasn't the only one who needed it.

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The team had been waiting in the bullpen for a while now; their boss often went out for coffee but since it was near midnight and well past closing time for most café`s, his trip was taking a little longer than usual.

Even Tony didn't have the energy to gossip, he was tired, and more than a little afraid of Gibbs today.

The elevator dinged and out stepped none other than Leroy Jethro Gibbs with not just one coffee cup, not two or three, but six cups and a CafPow! All six coffee cups were nestled into a cardboard carrier, the CafPow! was in his other hand. He stepped up to Tony's desk and thumped the cup holder down, slashing a small amount of the liquid out of the top of the lids and onto Tony's desk in the process.

"Uhh Boss?" Tony said looking at the coffee like it was some mystical creation.

"It's coffee DiNozzo" Gibbs said like him bringing his team coffee was a daily occurrence. He reached out and removed two of the coffees.

"Yeah but there's four of 'em." Tony said, looking back up to his Boss.

"Aren't you thirsty?" He said, when he was greeted with silence he turned to the stairs. Half way up the tongue tied agents finally spoke.

"But what about the other one?" Tony said calling after Gibbs. He received a withering look.

"Right, Andrea." Tony said passing Ziva and McGee a cup.

"Why is he bringing us coffee?" Ziva asked looking at the cup as if it were poisoned.

"The Boss-man is un-sure about what to do with the case; and the Director." Tony smirked, settling down into his chair, managing to spill his scalding hot drink all over himself. "Ahhh!" He hopped up and threw the empty cup down in disgust.

McGee laughed at his colleague's never-ending accidents and handed Ziva the last two coffees.

"I don't know, but I could get used to Gibbs being un-sure." Ziva said to herself walking out of the bullpen and down the corridor to interrogation.

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Of course, the one time she was more than willing to chip away at the never-ending stack of paperwork, there seemed to be hardly any. That seemed to be just her luck lately. Jen pressed a button on her phone and waited patiently for her assistant's voice to fill the overly quiet room.

"Yes Director?" Cynthia answered.

"Are there anymore reports for me?" She asked removing her glasses and rubbing her temples.

"No ma'am. The agents are feeling rather, productive today." Her assistant said sarcastically, leaving out the part that a certain supervisory special agent was the reason for the new found jump in work ethic.

"Yeah, lucky for me…" Jen chuckled. "Cynthia?'

"Yes Director?"

"Go home." Jen said addressing her assistant in a tired voice.

"But, your appointments have been pushed back do to the- situation. I am more than happy to stay here and work out your schedule for tomorrow..." Cynthia started.

"Exactly my point, go home, have a life, it's late."

Cynthia watched out of the corner of her eyes as Gibbs strolled into the outer office. "Director-." She tried to warn her boss of Gibbs, but she was cut off.

"No, go home." Jen said hanging up before her assistant could talk her way into overtime.

Cynthia hung up her phone and glanced up at Gibbs; who for once, had waited in front of her desk, for her permission to enter. She just nodded to him, if the Director wouldn't let her warn her of him, and if he usually never bothered with waiting, than why did she even try anymore?

Jenny huffed and started organizing papers that were scattered across the desk, but was soon interrupted by Gibbs busting through the door, just as dramatically as always.

"Yes?" She sat back into her chair. What did he want now?

"Brought you some coffee." Gibbs said setting a cup down in front of her and taking a sip of his own.

"Why are you being so nice to me today?"

"Are you saying that I'm not nice to you every other day?" His trademark smirk played on his face.

"You're deflecting." Jen pushed herself out of her leather chair.

Gibbs just stood and watched as she walked around to face him; eventually she stopped and rested against her desk.

Jethro stepped up to her, close enough to smell her perfume and feel her breath tickle his cheek. This was possibly the closest they had been since, well, Paris.

"Why are you being so nice to me Jethro?"

He didn't answer, or at least not with words.

He kissed her, slowly, but she deepened it by running her tongue along his lower lip. He didn't hesitate to allow her access to his mouth. Jen's hands slowly ran from their position on his chest to the back of his head where they sat playing with the collar of his jacket. After a minute he reluctantly pulled back, and she whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Jethro?"

"Abby needs her CafPow!." He turned away from her, and then back, leaving one smaller kiss to her lips. Gibbs headed out of her office leaving Jen fingering the spot on her lips where he had just kissed her.

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"What do ya' got Abbs?" Gibbs asked as he walked into the lab.

"Hi Gibbs!" She grappled him into a giant bear hug, after a second though she started sniffing him feverishly.

"Abby?"

She released him but still stayed close enough to whisper to him. "Gibbs you smell like, The Director!"

He raised an eyebrow at her observation.

"You know, that coffee, Bourbon, perfume thing she has going on! Like a female version of you!" She was still whispering, "How did you get her smell on you?" She poked her finger along with her words.

"Abby, the case?"

"YESS! Mommy and Daddy are back together!" She danced around him in a whirl of black pig tails. "Gibbs your silence speaks volumes!"

"Do you want this or not?" He said shaking the CafPow! in front of her.

"You drive a hard bargain Gibbs!" She said snatching the drink from him and turning to her computers. "With the amount of Ruphinol in her system it is pretty much impossible for Andrea to have killed Eaglestone in Ducky's time of death; she was out cold." Abby paused mulling over that statement. "Well technically she wasn't cold…. She was normal temperature."

"Good job Abbs." Gibbs said leaving a grinning Abby behind in the lab.

"Yay! I can't wait to tell Tony!" She whispered to herself.

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"We know you didn't kill him." Ziva said to Andrea who was sitting on the other side of the interrogation table.

"Well at least one of us knows." Andrea said under her breath.

"You were drugged at that time, you didn't do it." Ziva tried to reassure her.

"Then what the hell was my bag doing there?"

"That is what we are going to figure out. Why don't you start by telling me how you and the victim know each other?"

"We met through Aaron's son Michael's school. Michael is one of my kids." Andrea said completely ignoring the way her words sounded.

"Umm what?" Ziva asked confused; weren't you supposed to know your children's fathers?

"Oh, what I meant was that Michael is one of my students. I'm a student teacher at Woodbrook Elementary school for the third grade. I met Aaron at Michael's student conference, and we started seeing each other."

"And Michael's mother?" Ziva asked sipping at her coffee, it was a nice gesture from Gibbs, but she really wasn't a fan of the drink both of her Bosses seemed to live off of.

"They're divorced." Andrea said. She hadn't even bothered with her coffee. She never touched the stuff unless it was doused in sugar and cool whip.

"And what did she think of you seeing Chief Petty Officer Eaglestone?"

"I didn't think she knew." Andrea said. "Can I go up to Jenny's office now?" She didn't want to talk anymore about this than she already had. Plus, she was seriously tired, and Ziva was driving her crazy with the incessant needling.

Ziva nodded and lead Andrea out of the small oppressive room.

Kinda an anticlimactic ending but that's all I could do right now; stupid me totally went off my plot line…. And now I'm just flying blind so be patient!

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